Foot and hand on the gates

We was jumping 'em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways

Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came

The first time which ain't fast if you Los Angeles raised

And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me

And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby

Beat the fucking beat up like it stole from me

You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch)

I'm off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show money

It's Early running with niggas who cold running shit

The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in

Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him

I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother

Just grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it

A Colt 4-5 in it, you know how I get it

I'm toasting myself and a toast to all my niggas

And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell

And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well

And now, a formal introduction